Stone Circle My darlings

skippable, just cameo unless acknowledged :>

 

fjola didn't ever know quite what she was or where she was, but she was peaceful. her eyes had opened recently, bright puppy blue unknown to herself, drinking in the sights of the world- her whole world was her mother. she spent her time drinking milk and huddling in the warmth of fur and other bodies. 

she was living quite healthily with little sign of sickness, but wasn't as energetic as some puppies were, though her mother was probably thankful for that, considering she was largely quiet and well-behaved (as well behaved as a child could be, at this age.) 

she awoke briefly, hearing voices and noise, but soon drifted off into a nap again, tiny flank moving in a relaxed rhythm with her tiny heartbeat. the bathing of her mother was always appreciated; it helped her sink into happy dreams.